Abuelita - Richard Shindell

In a crowd, I don’t know which way to turn

I’m afraid I might not see you go by

But if I did, would I find the strength to speak?

And would you want to hear what a stranger would tell you?

That Soledad was your mother’s name

She fell in love with my Juan Luis

They may be gone

But I am still your Abuelita

You were born, and they took you from her arms

And a captain brought you home to his family

Now it may be that they have raised you as their own

And that it’s all you’ve known of home all these years

But Soldedad was your mother’s name

She fell in love with my Juan Luis

They may be gone

But I am still your Abuelita

In my mind, there are pictures of your face

As it might be now

And I pray I would know you

So I will wait with the others in the square

You can find me there

And I will tell you a story

That Soledad was your mother’s name

And how she loved my Juan Luis

Now they are gone

But I am still your Abuelita